The New York wrap-up
Back home now, totally crammed for time, rewrite due in two days, leaving for London next week, and if I ever get to the point where I act like any of those things are problems, you have my permission to slap me. I’ve wished for problems like that since 5th grade.
So, having involved yourselves so much in the question of What Not to Wear to New York, thought I’d fill you in. The premier choice of footwear is not pointy-toed shoes. It is–hold on to something–flip flops. I kid you not. Apparently every outfit, dressy or sporty, can be completed with a pair of black flip flops. Now, since it was New York, I’m guessing the flip flops cost over $100, but I think I can duplicate that with a $10 pair from Walgreens. Next time I go there, I’ll have it nailed. Fashions never change, right?
Had a three-hour visit yesterday with my very own editor, Michelle Frey (yes, I know she’s probably other people’s editor, too, but let them claim her on their own blogs). What a lovely person Michelle is. I knew I liked her the first time I spoke with her on the phone. Hanging out with her in person was even better. I’ve decided to make that my habit from now on: do what I can to meet the people I’ve gotten to know through e-mail. On this trip I met not only Michelle, but also my fabulous web designer, BJ, who introduced me to a restaurant where the heads mounted on the wall sing to you. Bet you thought they only had places like that in Ohio.
The big news from yesterday is I need to change the title of my book. Not so easy, since it’s been The Theory of Evolution in my brain from the very start. It’s hard to imagine the book being called anything else. But I understand and agree with the reasoning behind the change, so that’s just how it is. I’ve got a few mental gears working on it all the time now, even as I type this. I have confidence that the new title will spring into my head when it’s ready. Until then, nothing to do but refuse to panic.
Off to work on my rewrites now. Books don’t get better on their own, you know. Someone actually has to stare at the screen muttering to herself, “Think of something funny here . . . think of something funny . . .”
Technorati Tags: Writing, Publishing, New York, New York City, What Not to Wear, Evolution, Theory of Evolution
June 14th, 2006 at 9:19 am
How about “Becoming Patrick”?
June 14th, 2006 at 9:31 am
I was saving that title for my literary tour de force about a plastic surgeon who can’t stop tinkering with his own face. Don’t try to steal my idea.
June 14th, 2006 at 11:11 am
Oh, I thought you would just use it for all your books.
Becoming Patrick: Soul
Becoming Patrick: Body
Becoming Patrick: Mind
Becoming Patrick: Hair
June 14th, 2006 at 2:43 pm
robin, you rock. sounds like bj knows how to show a girl a good time. now about the book title… patrick might be on to something, how about “JUST PAT” to be followed by “pattycake”, “pat down” and “pat attack”.
seriously, the news of name change is causing consternation among the many of your devoted fans who occupy my bipolar brain—ugh. how about a blog vote?
June 14th, 2006 at 3:31 pm
Whatever title you come up with needs to be something that would inspire a good old fashioned book banning. Or even better, a book burning.
Unfortunately for you, Patrick, I think that leaves all “Patrick” references out. The original was, after all, a Saint. Unless, of course, you’re the one who wants to lead the pyre . . .
June 14th, 2006 at 4:55 pm
there’s nothing to be done then, but to change the subject of the book, to let’s say just a regular, all around nice guy who is called upon, by let’s say, a higher power, to, let’s say, drive a plague of snakes out of, let’s make it, a small green island–what to call it, what to call it??? patrick, any ideas?
June 14th, 2006 at 5:06 pm
I think I was just called ‘unoriginal’. I’m not sure how I feel right now. Oh wait, yep, I still feel wonderful.
Book burnings are wonderful, as long as they are legally purchased copies.
I’m really the wrong person to be making suggestions, but I sure like trying to be helpful. I need to hear the pitch. Please? pretty please? *smiles an award winning smile* I’m sure it’s here somewhere already anyway.
June 14th, 2006 at 5:18 pm
Okay, fine. It’s hurting my head, I’ve been thinking so hard.
The book is about the fight in a high school over teaching evolution.
June 14th, 2006 at 5:34 pm
“galapagos gulag”, “my brother was a newt” or “american education, missing the link”. take them, they’re yours.
June 14th, 2006 at 5:36 pm
Wow. Problem solved. Thanks.
June 14th, 2006 at 5:37 pm
God and the Tyranosaurus Rex
Jurassic God
God of the Galapagos
I Think I Believe.
I Believe I Think.
I Think. I Believe.
June 14th, 2006 at 5:39 pm
Again, you people have solved my every problem.
Please stop now.
June 14th, 2006 at 5:40 pm
Good luck picking
June 14th, 2006 at 6:11 pm
rb, i’ve helped you all i can here. people in my very home are going hungry because of the tyranny of the blog. so surprise us. (truth be told, “god of the galapagos” isn’t half bad).
June 14th, 2006 at 6:50 pm
You know, I was thinking(a risky proposition), when I used to be a stand up comic, people would always say to me, “Hey, You know what would be funny in your act?”
I would always think OOOOH, wow, shut up, I must stab you with a kiwi or something.
Anyway, I think Annette is on to something which involves changing the theme to something more about ME!
June 14th, 2006 at 7:41 pm
You were a stand up comic? Suddenly things become clear . . .
June 15th, 2006 at 5:58 am
Would you believe I was also an exotic dancer?
June 15th, 2006 at 7:29 am
Clearly.